"Portrait of a town drunk named Al Denton. This is a man who's begun his dying early - a long, agonizing route through a maze of bottles. Al Denton, who would probably give an arm or a part of his soul to have another chance, to be able to rise up and shake the dirt from his body and the bad dreams that infest his consciousness. [Shot of Henry J. Fate.] In the parlance of the times, this is a peddler, a rather fanciful-looking man in a black frock coat. [A six-gun materializes beside Denton.] And this is the third principal character of our story. Its function: perhaps to give Mr. Al Denton his second chance."Al Denton, once a feared gunslinger, now the town drunk, is forced to draw against Hotaling, a sadistic bully. That day, Henry J. Fate arrives in town. Fate's glance gives Denton's hand a life of its own, and Denton disarms Hotaling, and he regains the respect of the town. His new reputation soon attracts a young hotshot that challenges him to a duel. Denton, his gunslinging ability once again gone, buys a potion from Mr. Fate. It will give him ten seconds of deadly accuracy. As soon as the young gunslinger enters the saloon, Denton downs the potion.
"Mr. Henry Fate, dealer in utensils and pots and pans, liniments and potions. A fanciful little man in a black frock coat who can help a man climbing out of a pit - or another man from falling into one. Because, you see, Fate can work that way... in the Twilight Zone."
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- To his horror, he sees the young man doing the same thing. They shoot the guns out of each other's hands, each sustaining an injury that will end both of their gunslinging careers. Denton tells his adversary that they've both been blessed.